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So the bastard van decided to (I think) finally die. In true fashion, my brother chose to forget what he said we would do (which is get our haircuts at night). My mom decided to screw me over and not let me borrow her car or drive me anywhere, but decided that waking me up early to do nothing but ignore her and go back to sleep was necessary. I woke up 5 times this morning, starting at 9:00 and ended up getting up at 2:00. Since then I ate leftovers, and did nothing. I hate being home. I hate it so much. Tomorrow Chris is coming down to see me because I told him I would go visit but surprise! The van had to die. He's already been down twice and is coming down tomorrow, while I have made no advances in going to see him. This makes me feel like a bad girlfriend, and just generally shitty for not having a working car - even a piece of shit one. So then my mom's like "Oh do you want to go to the mall?" and I'm like "I have to go other places too." Namely, Target, Bed Bath & Beyond, Commerce, Cherry Hill Mall, and the library. Then she's like "Cause you can't!!!" She didn't really say that but she goes "Okay, get ready I'll drive you. Oh, Liliana's coming over and we're going out so you'll just have to wait for me." Surprise! Liliana stays to eat and take a tour and hang out, and they JUST left which means I'm not getting to any of the mentioned places until at least 5, and my mom sucks. I called my brother to ask if we were still getting our hair cut, and he's like "What do you wanna go out or something?" and I'm like "You said we were gonna go get our hair cut!" and he's like "Oh, oh yeah, fine." and I'm like what the heck then he says something about looking shit up for him on the computer which I'm SICK of. Because I have the shittiest laptop alive does not mean I have to look everything up. My mom: "Look up the weather in Tampa, and the price for a car rental near Fort Mayers, we're getting there at 10 and leaving here at 8 so get something for 8 blah blah blah" I don't even know what she means. What the fuck. My brother's all "Hahaha, why don't you get a job" which is where I hung up on him because no one wants to hire me, believe me, I tried, and besides, I don't have a fucking car OR bike. Jesus. And then my mom goes "Oh, and you can clean tonight." I CAN?!?! REALLY!?!?! Yayyy!!! First you blow me off and then give me the priveledge of slaving away while I accomplish NOTHING that I want to do?? COOL! I didn't even get Chris presents yet, even though I know what I want to get him, and I'm seeing him tomorrow thank god. I fucking hate this place, and I'm fucking sick of my family already. I'd rather be back at school failing.